Insidious snowballing thoughts
pervaded my restless brain all night.
That day my grandson asked me,
What and where are Heaven and Hell?
I told him to look at the scratch
on his knee and asked him if he heard
one bacteria exclaim to another,
Wow, look at these red rivers
and all that yellow fleshy fat!
We'll fish day and night for red and
white blood cells, this is Heaven!
Meanwhile grandpa fetched a tube
of antibiotics and smeared its oily goop
on the wound just as the other bacteria
was answering the first,
Hey, I can't breathe here, this is Hell!
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